Emulating Jack Kerouac, Part IV: N'Orleans

Check out other tips and stories from my road trip!

 Tips From the Road So Far

Emulating Jack Kerouac - Part I: Trip's Eve

Emulating Jack Kerouac - Part II: It's Really Raleigh

Emulating Jack Kerouac - Part III: Palm Trees

Emulating Jack Kerouac Part V: The Frist

Bedraggled, after 8 hours of travel barreling down the blazing sun of Florida's turnpike and 10 West, hugging near the coastline of the panhandle and that armpit of the US, I stop in Mobile, Alabama.

I've been listening to a dating advice podcast for a couple hundred miles and am having a bit too much introspection into my past relationships. I've stopped, made a YouTube video on the side of the road, wandered in Tallahassee, did shenanigans. Also it's 12 midnight and I need to sleep, so I stop the car, turn on the A.C. in the sticky Gulf heat (yes, even at midnight, where's the complaint department?) and kick back in my seat.

Four hours later or so I awake to sticky, sticky heat and a completely dead car.

This brings me to my next tip:

  • When you're tired, and any other moment, know how you're going to sleep and how you're going to transport yourself.
  • If you're caught drowsy in the sticky heat, you might end up making a stupid decision

I find someone willing to give me a jump and I supply the cables, a MUST on any road trip, and seriously, if you don't keep these in your car at all times, shame!

The next day I arrive in New Orleans, and walk down Magazine street, one of the coolest streets I've been on. Artsy, colorful... As I walk out of an acupuncture place I was checking out, I run into Lida, Shawn and Deuce.

The events of the week could fill a small novel but I'll detail the highlights. One night, Midsummer Mardi Gras was being held in an obscure part of New Orleans. Women, scantily clad in black and gold leotards, tapdanced as a group of weirdos dressed as Roman demigods gave a speech. And the parade was off! To where? Where would this mish mish of carnival cooks be going? To a park to drink, eat, dance and play drums together of course.

The air in the hostel was one of mutual enjoyment. Most nights there was drinking, movies, games in the common areas, and every morning pancake batter was put out for us to use.

New Orleans will stay in my memory as a testament to the artsiness and community of people. I will have to return during Mardi Gras!